The Faded Quadrant
The sky above the agricultural sector did not break; it peeled, a vast, translucent sheet of reality lifting away to reveal the churning, violet void beneath, and you stood there with your hands still gloved in thick, industrial latex, feeling the sudden, terrifying absence of gravity pull at your stomach as the soil beneath your boots turned to gray dust. It was not a storm. It was a...
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